Inchcock – Friday 13th November 2020: I may be getting mental problems… again! Memory ones for certain. Hehehe!

TFZer, Lillie, in the woods

Friday 13th November 2020

Norwegian: Fredag 13 November 2020

23:45hrs: I stirred back into a frustrated, imitation, a life of sorts. Yet realised that things could always be worse! Things can be so confusing, especially when one had limited education, no confidence and gets rather confused, at the drop of a hat!

Well, that’s what I thought anyway. This is not to say I was depressed, morose or down in the dumps. In fact, I was feeling in fine fettle, and would probably have gone into a deep-thinking, answer searching mode, had not the need for the morning wee-wees not arrived so urgently.

I removed my overweight, pot-bellied, decrepit, physically and mentally-impaired, multi-ailment-ridden body from the c1968, £300, second-hand recliner, grabbed Metal-Mickey and off to the wet-room I wobbled. 

But it wasn’t a well-balanced hobble, and I went off-course a smidge as Dizzy Dennis joined me – at first, I was rather pleased with myself for keeping upright – unfortunately, as I put my arm out to the door to assist staying on my feet – I hit the Alarm-Wristlet on the handle. And set off the panic alarm! The chap from the Nottingham City Homes Control Room came through loud and clear, telling me activation had got through to him and asked if I was alright. I told what had happened, and apologised. He was alright about it.

But the catastrophe had delayed my visitation, and having to hold onto the leak, caused the PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribbling) to flow before I could get to the bowl! Oh, dearie me!

I passed the wee, a surprisingly forceful one, due I imagine to my starting taking the Furosemide again. So, as demanded, I had a good clean-up, and put some new PP’s on. Getting a  bit low on stocks now! The urine classification had put me in the Dehydrated group this time. Just in the Drink More category. So I did! I took the medications with a lot of spring water and took another Furesomide, and two Dioctyl® capsules. Bearing in mind that yesterday, Constipation Konrad was the easy winner over Trotsky Terence in the Porcelain Throne session!

Started to update the Thursday blog. It was all done and posted… but it took me five hours! Danged Colin Cramps having a go at me now!

Made a cuppa, and got the Health Checks done.

The temperature was fine on the new touchless gismo, thermometer. Then I did the sphygmomanometerisationing. Thew SYS was don’t a little again. Which was good.

The tea had gone cold, so I piddled off to make another brew, this time Thompsons Punjana tea.

I took a snap of the morning view.

Then I returned to Computer Katey, to finish off the Facebooking, Emailing, etc., and then have a look at the new WordPress Reader pages.

I’d just made a third mug pf the, Glengettie, got it to the computer, and the belated today, summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived.

So, off to the wet-room, I trudged.

I sensed that things were not going to be over very quickly, and would be rock-hard and massive again, so got the crossword book out. ( I got a few answers in too! Smugeth-Mode-Adopted!)

When the actions started, it was grindingly slow and painful, nae… agony! Also, it took that long it pass, I should have kept on with the crosswording! Tsk!

I forgot all about the tea again and decided to get the ablutions tended to.

One of the most boring sessions for months! In total only three dropsies, no toe-stubbing, no bleeding, no walking into anything! And despite Dizzy Dennis paying me a couple of visits in the shower, no injuries or falls. Ah, no I’m wrong, I did trap my left hand as I was retrieving the razor, but that’s all! I forgot about that.

Drying off, and the landline burst forth and flashed. It was Sister Jane, who I made cringed at the thought, when I told her I was stood there naked, just out of the shower. Hehehe! She said she’d ring back.

I made yet another mug of Glengettie and had some late breakfast. A pot noodle, a bag of Frazzles and a mini-cake.

Oh, yes, I live well yer know!

I had gone a little dark, and the rain was coming down without a care in the world. I took a photo through the glass in the unwanted, light & view-blocking windows, that had been designed to make things as hard as possible for a handicapped old git like me.

I then got the blue zip-up jumper washed, all done, wrung and hung above the sink.

I’d just got the mug of Glengettie to my lips, I think this must be about the sixth failed attempt to get a drink, Hahaha! Jane calling: We had a long chinwag and gossip. Some bad news followed the good news that Janet and Pete are not too bad at the moment, that cheered me up – the surprise news was Christine and Bill had both got the Coronavirus! I was missing a lot of what was said after that, as the line started to crackle and fade in and out.

Fancy buying a £2000+ mobile and getting bad reception! Hahaha! The need for a wee-wee, Fancy that? me? Hehehe? I had to flee, and am really super-glad I did, very nearly had a bad leakage problem… well alright, I did have one!

I got the woolly hat I’d washed the other day and threw the one I had on since, away. Too tight!

But this one was too loose! There’s no winning for me, is there! Wash one and it shrinks, wash another and it stretches? Note the pale, cadaver-like colour of the skin again? I started to go downhill after this, not poorly-like, just confused, no concentration and so weary. Just like the last two day? There’s a reason for this – buggered if I know worrit is!

Determined to get a mug of tea eventually, I made yet another one.

Took this zoomed-in picture of Ramsdale Crescent, with Winchester Street ar the far end. I took it so that Ohio Billumski, head honcho, and Financier of the WWRCMF (World-Wild-Red-Car-Monitoring-Faculties) at NASA, can use the numbers of red cars on the street pro-rata-wise, to analyse what went wrong with the US Elections. He’s clever you know!)

I set about uploading the taken-later photographs and came across this one. Another mystery! Where’s it of? When? What? Baffledom rules!

Tea to m… These few words in italic on the left, are all that is left of the hundreds of them I had written here yesterday! I’ll explain betterer: In the morning, I came to update this blog from here – I had a Dennis Dizzy attach, a bad one. Only minutes later, I found that all the proceeding (then) writing had disappeared from the screen? The saved version was the same? What I had done, I’ve no idea, but I worked out that I did it in minutes? (I think). This not only got me so mad with me. And made the updating take at least six times as long as it should have. I had the notes on the pad, but my writing (I use the term loosely) was mostly indecipherable. Although the memory of the meal was still fresh in my mind for some reason, and of course, the photographs in the camera helped trigger some more. So it’ll be a bit patchy, some details at times few, from here on, sorry.

No idea what I’ve missed of, of course.

I recall opening the Chinese Foul-Megaames (white beans), they were large, meally, and made a change. Looked like giant black-spotted beans. I tried one as I added them to the Chilli-Con-Carne, and liked it! Of course, now I’ve been told not to go shopping, how I can get any more beats me. Not that it should matter, I’ve got tins galore of beans in stock now, just not this variety.

Ah, well!

This photo found, obviously taken from the kitchen’s light & view-blocking windows. I can see what made me take it, it’s a quite beautiful sunset!

The Chinese Foul beans bad made the Chilli-Con-Carne much milder – I should have put some extra mild chilli seasoning into the mix, Tsk! Only two small rolls baked, and Honey flavoured yoghourt. Naughty, but nice! I think I enjoyed it, found what I think is 7/10 scribbled on the notepad.

Did some other stuff, but…

Settled to watch a Kitchen Knightmare program. I stayed awake for the first two parts of it, nodded off and it was a good four-hours of sweet Morpheus later when I woke up. All confused-like.